Stair-Ways
The stairways in my life are different at every step of my day

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The stairways in my life are different at every step of my day. Whether it's going up or down or just round and around I cannot figure it anymore. Where do the steps take me? When will I finish the 'one step at a time'.
The stairways in my life are different at every step of my day. Whether it's going up or down or just round and around I cannot figure it anymore. Where do the steps take me? When will I finish the 'one step at a time'.
A drawing of Stitch from Lilo and Stitch, sent to us by Dan.
Often I try to self-reflect which turns into waves of rings around me. This picture reflects my days in general; life is static, surrounded by waves around.
The cage stands bold, with its steel-clad mesh. For within its grip, it’s us it holds. Ten foot walls, of cold creme concrete. For outside we muster, like horses in stalls.
I know you think you’re broken far too much to ever heal properly, like all those other folk that make life seem so real.